The rain is getting heavier.
The strong wind blew the big trees outside the house constantly shaking, and the shadows of the trees were reflected on the windows, giving people the illusion that the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, as if the whole world was going to be overturned in this heavy rain.
And at this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps, from far to near, all the way to the door.
With a bang, the door was pushed open.
The wind and rain blew into this empty room, causing everyone inside to shiver from the cold. Aunt Tongyun turned her head in panic, and saw a tall figure walking in from outside.
The other party immediately walked to the bedside, and the tall figure gave people a heavy sense of oppression.
Aunt Tongyun and Nianqiu kneeled down involuntarily.
"The emperor..."
It was none other than Zhu Feng who was completely drenched by the heavy rain. His face was still dripping with water, his complexion was gloomy and pale, but his eyes were burning like fire, staring at the person on the bed.
Nanyan has not woken up yet.
A veil moistened with cold water was put on her forehead just now, but it still didn't let her body temperature drop a bit. Her lips were dry and cracked, and blood marks could be faintly seen, which added to her haggardness. Kind of dangerous.
Zhu Feng clenched his fists.
He took a step forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Nanyan..."
No one answered him.
The person on the bed has long since lost her sanity, a thick brocade quilt covers her body, she can't even see her existence, it can be seen how thin the body under the quilt has become.
Zhu Feng gritted his teeth, took another step forward, and called her in a low voice: "Nanyan."
His voice has never been so low and light, as if he was afraid that if he breathed harder, he would blow this thin person away like a cloud of smoke. Seeing that she was still asleep, Aunt Tongyun beside him could only turn red with eyes. He said softly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has already lost consciousness this afternoon. Just now, no matter what you call her, you shouldn't call me that."
"..."
"I beg the emperor to save the imperial concubine and empress."
Nian Qiu on the side also cried and kowtowed to her: "Your Majesty, save your mother."
Zhu Feng immediately said: "The doctor!"
Immediately afterwards, a few people rushed in from the door. It was Wang Baizhi and the others from the Imperial Hospital. They walked along the way. Zhu Feng walked so fast that he left them all behind, and finally found them. This house, they walked in immediately carrying the medicine box.
Seeing the pale face of the imperial concubine on the bed, everyone was shocked.
what happened
Wang Baizhi said: "Here, how could the imperial concubine be so ill?"
He said while looking at Aunt Tongyun: "Haven't you taken any medicine recently?"
At this time, Aunt Tongyun didn't care whether his questioning would cause her to be accused of incompetent service, and hurriedly said: "I drank, the medicine delivered by the imperial pharmacy every day, my mother obediently drank it, but it's just—"
"What is it?"
"It's just that it doesn't work. The coughing has gotten worse these days, and it's almost red!"
Hearing this, Wang Baizhi's face turned pale, and she hurried forward, ignoring other things, just took a small handkerchief to cover Nanyan's thin wrist, and checked her pulse.
Zhu Feng stood by the bed, looking at the pale and thin wrist with gloomy eyes.
The joints are raised high, almost skinny.
His eyes were red, and he clenched his teeth.
Although he didn't say anything, but such an evil star stood beside him, and felt the evil spirit emanating from him, especially when he heard the sound of his gnashing of teeth, Wang Baizhi shivered, and when he checked his pulse, his thoughts were broken several times .
Finally, Zhu Feng said in a deep voice, "What's going on?!"
"this-"
Wang Baizhi checked the pulse again, and said softly: "Why is this happening? Why is the cold getting worse? Are those medicines not effective at all?"
Zhu Feng said with a sullen face: "I don't want to hear your reasons now, I want her to get better first!"
Wang Baizhi hurriedly said: "Yes, yes."
He hastily discussed with several imperial physicians behind him, and they all decided to give acupuncture first.
Under the light of the candlelight, the bright silver needles slowly pierced into several big holes on Nan Yan's body. Every time they pierced into one, Zhu Feng sat by the bed, and the hand holding her hand became tense. a little.
It's her who is stabbing, why do I feel it.
What's more, it's not the acupoints that hurt, but it seems to be in the heart. Every time the beating thing beats, it hurts.
He clenched Nan Yan's hand even more tightly.
The silver needle entered the acupoint to dispel the chill, and barely pulled Nan Yan out of the coma. Although she was not awake, she was barely conscious. Her dry lips opened and closed slightly, and she murmured something, which was the proof.
"It hurts..."
When everyone heard her voice, they immediately held their breath and looked at her nervously.
His lips trembled slightly, and he let out another low sigh as thin as a mosquito—
"pain."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Feng immediately raised his head and said to Wang Baizhi and the others: "She said it hurts, is there any problem with your silver needle? Did it hurt her?!"
A few imperial doctors, you look at me, and I look at you.
It took a long time for Wang Baizhi to have the courage to say softly: "Your Majesty, what the empress said is—the hand hurts."
"Varied-"
Zhu Feng was taken aback for a moment, then looked down, only to realize that she was about to crush that soft, boneless little hand. She had no strength, and the pain was so severe that she subconsciously struggled to withdraw her hand, but she squeezed too much. Tight, can't even feel it.
He hastily released his big hand.
This release, everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Nan Yan's frown was finally loosened a bit, but her face was still in pain, and her whole body began to tremble.
Zhu Feng coughed lightly, and when he saw her like this, he immediately said, "What's wrong with her?"
Wang Baizhi stepped forward, pulled out a few silver needles, and carefully looked at her eyelids to observe her complexion.
Although her whole body was burning like charcoal, Nan Yan didn't sweat at all.
Holding it in like this will do great harm to the body, and it will continue to have a high fever. If the fever continues like this, even if it wakes up, it will have a great impact.
He whispered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty needs to sweat now."
"Sweating? Then you all have to find a way!"
"Yes, Weichen immediately prescribed a prescription for them to make medicine, but this place—"
He said, looked up at the room, and said softly: "It's really not suitable for patients to recuperate. They need to go to a warm place and let the mother warm up. When the sweat comes out, it will be fine when people wake up."
Hearing what he said, Zhu Feng immediately stepped forward, without saying a word, wrapped Nan Yan up with the brocade quilt on the bed.
Everyone was shocked: "Your Majesty, this is—"
Zhu Feng ignored them at all, picked up Nan Yan who was wrapped in layers of quilts, hugged her tightly in his arms, turned and walked out.
Walking to the door, he said loudly, "Umbrella!"
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